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Last night I attended an exhibition at the Boston Museum School “As the World Burns” chronicling the queer nightlife & gay liberation in Boston from 1970-1990 & it was a rush of my baby queer years & so many loves present. I was reminded by several people of the infamous essay I wrote for THE BOSTON SCHOOL (1995/ICA Press).
I am still in the trance of it all today & I bet you are too.
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We were always out & we were always together, even when we couldn’t stand each other. There was no tomorrow. We were too smart for anything the world had to offer. Moving, dancing, fucking, performing, making art. We were the adolescent world made into the world. We were rock & roll, we were sexual deviants, we were trash & art history, we were glamorous & very, very ugly. We were misguided as any youth, but youths all the same. Cynical & perverse, we were at the same time shameless in our strivings.
We are still here, some of us, not young but still together somehow. Youth is something different now. Drugs & rock and roll are different. Sex is different. Now the very reaching out seems dishonorable. Our misguided yearning has lost its protective sheath of youth. We can no longer afford to be immature even those of us who are still chronologically young. The formlessness of our searching seems dangerously incomplete. It is no longer a simple searching for a secret soul to love. It is no longer one hand touching flesh. What seemed once like an adventure, what seemed like climbing a mountain, now seems like throwing ourselves off.
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